Holy Magic Continent. Qi Xiaomin listened to the messages Liu Xiaoxiao and the others sent through telepathy, silently sighing to himself.
He had a premonition that this chain of events had only just begun. The vortex would grow ever larger, starting from Douluo Star and spreading outward without end, until it finally swept everything away and entangled countless planes. No matter how it ended, the consequences would be unimaginably far-reaching.
With his perception of space and the realm of his Purple Demon Eyes, he could now clearly see that another moon had appeared in the sky, and it was growing larger and larger.
Hell descending upon Saint Demon Star would be a calamity far beyond the arrival of the demon race, far beyond the Undead Calamity—a disaster never experienced in the more than twenty thousand years of human history on the Holy Magic Continent since the primordial era.
His gaze swept across those around him. They were taking out divine artifacts one after another, preparing for battle, while Mage Lin Xin distributed the magical medicines he had refined.
Suddenly, Qi Xiaomin's gaze sharpened.
He saw a shield in the hands of Wang Yuanyuan, a warrior of the Radiant Dawn Demon Hunting Group.
Shield of the Giant Spirit God.
A stream of information rapidly flashed through his mind.
The humans of the Holy Magic Continent had gained control of the world twenty-three thousand years ago. Everything before that was a blank.
Humanity on Douluo Star had existed for at least forty thousand years. Their exact origins were unknown, but they might be connected to Earth.
Before the star systems on both sides had their flow of time anchored by large formations based on Time-Space Markers, the natural time flows of the two universes had been roughly one to two. One year